Staring in the smudged mirror, he brushed his hair out with a smile. He hadn't felt such a burning passion in so long. He had been seeing this girl. She was an angel. No, angel wasn't even a strong enough word. Her smile was more radiant than the sun, and her skin was soft as velvet. Her hair was long and black like a raven's feathers. Her eyes were a light earthy brown with flecks of gold.
What a night this is going to be. I should make sure I leave soon so I can be early! She'll like that.
He wanted nothing more than to impress her more every time he saw her. They'd been seeing each other for a few months, and he wanted to show her he'd always put in effort for her. He was starting to think he was in love with her, but there was no time to think of those things.
He carefully looped his tie and straightened it. He dusted off his suit and picked two pieces of lint off his collar. Every part of him had to be pristine for her. He smiled one more time at himself before exiting the bathroom.
Grabbing his keys from the counter he rushed out the door with excitement. It took everything out of him not to dance all the way to his car. He jumped into his car, nervous he'd forgotten something.
As he drove he watched the sky. It was dusk, such a pretty time of day. He wondered at the vastness of it.
All of the universe had come together to bring him and her together. It was so amazing to think about. The endless universe, millions of years, all of it had worked together to bring this about. It warmed his heart that fate had worked in their favor.
He'd never believed in fate before her. He'd never believed in much before her. She had brought a light to him that he'd never had before. He finally felt like he could see in color. He finally felt free from the trapped feeling he'd felt his whole life.
Ah, here we are!
He pulled into the parking lot. Taking a deep breath, he checked his appearance in the mirror. He opened his door and stepped out. The breeze reminded him of what he'd forgotten, a coat! He shivered as he laughed at himself.
He decided it wasn't a big concern and walked to the restaurant door. As he entered, he noted the lavish decorations. She did love the atmosphere of these kinds of places. He wasn't a fan of the prices, but he'd do anything for her.
He told the waiter the name of the reservation and was seated. Now, just to wait on her. He patted his legs anxiously. Everyone around him was dressed similarly to him. Would she find him to be drab? He was starting to sweat with worry.
All of those worries melted away as she entered. She was wearing the most stunning royal blue dress that clung to her gentle curves before flaring out at the bottom. A server led her to the table, and she sat herself.
"The place is absolutely beautiful!" she quietly exclaimed to him.
He sat quietly looking at her. "David, did you hear me?"
"Yes, I heard you, Darla," he said. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
"Oh, that's alright. How was your day?" she said with the biggest smile.
He smiled back. "It was alright. How about yours, beautiful?"
Her smile faded ever so slightly.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He could tell from her eyes something horrible had happened.
She stared down at the table for a moment. She seemed to be pondering over what to say.
"Nevermind, we haven't been involved for that long, and I don't want to throw so much on our relationship." She picked up the menu and looked it over.
He didn't know why he was hesitating to respond. He needed to respond. He picked up his menu to take a second to think. Finally the words came, but he wasn't pleased with them. "Alright, if that's how you feel."
Why had he said that? Such a bad response. He wanted to know what was bothering her, but it was too late to change his response now because the server had walked over.
She ordered her meal, pacific salmon with pink moscato. He waited patiently for the young man to turn to him. "I'll have the calamari with a gin and tonic."
The server nodded and walked away.
There was a heavy silence between them, probably due to his mistake. He wished he could say something to make her feel better, to break the silence. Instead he inspected the table, waiting.
Oh I hope she'll say something soon.
She didn't. Finally words came for him, "How was work?"
"Well, there was nothing special. I had a rude customer that refused to tip me, but there's usually at least one of those," she paused to tap her finger on the table for a moment. "My boss talked to me. He said that he understands my side of things, with Henry, but that he can't keep letting it slide."
He studied the look on her face. "What do you mean?"
"He fired me. I know he didn't want to, but he has to do what's best for business, and that means letting me go, but I have a son. I can't help that I'm late sometimes." Her beautiful smile was no more. It had been replaced with a scowl that creased her soft features.
"Is that what you were talking about before?" He was happy he'd finally asked her. It showed he cared.
She resumed her tapping. There was another moment of silence before she seemed to register that he'd said anything.
"Actually no, it isn't. I've had one hell of a day." An angelic laugh came forward like nothing had ever been spoken.
He adored that laugh, but he knew it wasn't real. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her in this moment, but he didn't know how to. He watched her breathing, hoping for words to help her. "I'm sorry," was all that could come out.
She nodded as the server brought over their drinks. A bright smile flashed to him, "Thank you sir!"
The server smiled back at her. He gave a little bow and turned on his heel to walk away.
She smoothed her dress, clearly uncertain of what to say next. How could he have screwed this up so badly? This was supposed to be a special night. He was infuriated with himself. It was supposed to be a magical night!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I've let everything derail. I'm so stupid!
"Is Henry home tonight?" At least he'd said something.
"Oh, he will be. My mother will be dropping him off in a few hours." She clearly seemed uncomfortable with the possible insinuation. Her shoulders began to get tense.
He ran his finger around the rim of his drink. "You're a good mother. Henry is a really awesome kid." He'd managed to get something worthwhile out of his mouth.
A tear rolled down her cheek. "You really think so? I'm always so scared I'm hurting him. I just want to take care of him."
He could feel his heart melting. She had the sweetest soul. He just wanted to hold her delicate hands and make her the happiest person on the earth. "He's a good boy. You obviously are doing something right."
Their food was brought over after a short while of them sipping their drinks. It was absolutely worth the money.
It was time to leave after they had finished. They might had been awfully awkward. He walked after her as she went to her car so he could open her door. He kissed her goodnight and watched her leave.
On his drive home, he could only focus on how horribly the night had gone. He was so disappointed, mostly in himself.
As he arrived home, he trudged inside and straight to his bed. Flopping down, he could only picture her beautiful smile. It warmed his heart, no matter how badly the night had gone. He looked at his phone.
'Goodnight. I love you David. <3'
A text from her. Darla. Any words from her was like poetry.
'Goodnight <3'
He laid his phone on his chest and sighed happily. "Goodnight," he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes.
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